I can not escape
This constant tape
Running in my head.
When I am dead
The words said
Will go
I know
Not where,
Other than those
That from paper stare
At my readers from the printed page.
I shall be beyond rage
Or any other emotion,
Lost in a great ocean
Of what?
Shall I know it not?
Methinks
The tape will, finally, stop
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